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Idris Kallikrates' POV

now playing: clint eastwood -- gorillaz

tw: alcohol/knives/slight blood/minor violence


I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on

He staggered out of his dorm, clutching Mei's knife in one hand and a bottle of unlabelled alcohol in the other. Idris's face looked gaunt, his eyelids almost shut. His hand kept raising to pour the drink into his mouth clumsily, as he swayed down the hallways. Was the hallway always this long? He ran sleeve along his burning mouth. He took another swig of drink and groaned, stopping to steady himself. Where was he going again? Oh yeah. Idris blinked rapidly as he reached his destination.

knock knock knock

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on

"Come iiiin!" A shrill voice called out. He winced at the noise. Idris stumbled into the dorm. "Bad...idea. Keeping your door open.... I mean..." His words were slurred and he seemed to have trouble focusing.


Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin', 'cause I'm countin' no age
Now I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared

"...was...there always two of you.... S...aeko?"
Idris pointed at them with the knife.

Saeko stiffened. "Sh-... Idris? What...what are you doing?" They laughed nervously. "You might cause an accident with that...knife."

"I assure you...that anything I do...with the knife is never an...accident." Idris burped audibly.

Saeko wrinkled their nose. "Ew. Also, I thought you avoided alcohol...'cause of what... y'know-" They suddenly looked ashamed.

I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare
Intangible (ah y'all), bet you didn't think
So I command you to, panoramic view (you)
Look, I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose all you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes?

"The past is the past....y'know? I don't want it on my mind anymore...gotta forget...somehow." He gestured to the bottle as he took another swig. Idris sighed.

"Always wonder how my dear....dear....old mother... managed it, y'know? How beating me unconscious...was never on her mind. How...her son's blood on those...those...wrinkled fingers...how she never cared..." He took another swig. "I found the answer! Works very well...for both of us, I guess. But you and I know where she got the money for said...alcohol, right?"

Saeko didn't speak.

"See...I wanna forget the past...I wanna move on, with the help of a few more bottles of this stuff." He burped again. "But to forget it...I need to deal with it...y'know? That's where this thing comes in." Idris pointed the knife at them. "And hence my arrival here."

He started to grin, a wide, twisted grin which filled Saeko with a foul sense of dread.

"I hate you. Saeko Katsumi, I hate you. You're...responsible for all the worst things...that have happened to me. That's why I have to kill you." He stepped forward.


Saeko screamed. It was an unusual sound, not human nor animal, birthed from fresh terror and the sound of something which has never known fear. It was the sound of something which knew that their days were over and it was the shrill shriek of a creature which knew that death was now inevitable.

Picture you getting down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual hero who appears on you to clear your view
When you're too crazy

Idris hummed the Jaws theme tune under his breath. "Dun dun...dun dun...dununununununu- DUN!" He lunged.

Another scream.

Idris snorted. "You think I'd kill you that quickly? Pfft-" He took another swig of alcohol. "You're funny, Saeko. But not funny enough to survive..." He raised a hand to his temple. "Oh god...I'm so drunk.." He sighed. "I'll regret this in the morning. Drinking, I mean. Not the part where I kill you and sing along to those annoying-ly shrill screams of yours...ugh."

Saeko whimpered. Their eyes darted around, desperately looking for a way to escape.

"How's your nose...by the way? Bad? Good. Maybe I'll break another bone before...slitting your throat."

Saeko touched their neck briefly, then whimpered again. Unfortunately they were in no position to grab their own knife, which lay in a drawer on the other side of the room, which Idris conveniently blocked.

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on

"I'm not stupid...Saeko." Idris muttered, stumbling closer. "Yeah, I'm drunk, but not enough for me to notice that you keep staring at that drawer...over there. What's there? Weapon? Knife perhaps? Matchsticks? Oh how I know you love a good old fire...right? You're gonna make me go the same way as-"

"NO!" Saeko yelled. "IF YOU SAY ANYTHING, I SWEARRRR TO GAWD I'LL TELL EVERYONE YOUR SECRET. EVERY SINGLE DETAIL. I'LL TELL THEM EVERYTHING YOU TOLD ME. PATHETIC, ISN'T IT? PATHETIC THAT EVEN THOUGH YOU LOVED THAT WEIRDO MEI YOU COULDN'T EVEN-"

" SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Idris roared." SHUT UP OTHERWISE I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH RIGHT NOW. I'M NOT AFRAID OF A LITTLE BLOOD, SAEKO. YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW. "

Saeko's eyes widened as the cold metal of the knife blade scratched their neck. A small tear splashed in onto the handle. They could see their terrified reflection, reflected back in the teardrop.

They opened their mouth to scream but-

"No one.... will come and save you...not after I tell them what you've done. Nobody cares...about you. Katsumi."

With a high pitched shriek, Saeko pushed past Idris.

"HELP, PLEASE! PLEASE, SOMEONE, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"

"...shut the hell up...otherwise I'll cut your tongue out first. Can't beg for mercy when your bloody tongue is laying on the floor...right?" Idris chugged the rest of the bottle.

The tip of the knife danced across the skin on Saeko's neck.

They suddenly froze, holding their breath and scrunching their eyes shut.

"Hoping I'll make it quick? Aww...how...how...pathetic. Spineless rat." He spat.

"Hmm...I wonder. What should I carve first. Your.....face, perhaps?"

The knife dug into Saeko's skin.

A small, crimson teardrop ran down their face.

"I'm going to have fun with this."

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (that's right) is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on

my name is keiki meyumi. i am 17. i was born on the 27th april in osaka, japan. i am the ultimate short story author. no more, no less.

i write stories, i flirt, i have fun. that is keiki. no more, no less.

keiki is fun. keiki is loud, bright, goofy.

keiki is not quiet, shy, small. keiki does not shy away from people. keiki is not self-concious.

keiki does not care.

no more, no less.

Keiki ran a shaking hand through matted brown hair. How long had they spent, reciting this to themselves in the bathroom, staring at the mirror, not recognising the person in the reflection?

Bags underneath their eyes marked sleepless nights. Their lips quivered as they mouthed the same words over and over.

i am keiki. keiki meyumi. keiki meyumi. keiki meyumi. keiki meyumi. keiki meyu-

"Coming, Niwa!" Keiki shouted. "I'm just....fixing my nails!" They lied.

keiki meyumi likes to do their nails. everyone knows. everyone will believe that.

Keiki took a deep breath. Emerald eyes stared at the ground as tears welled up in their eyes.

keiki doesn't cry

keiki doesn't scream

keiki doesn't feel sadness

pffft

keiki isn't-

keiki doesn't-

"Keiki? Are you sure you're alright?"

"Of course! These nails don't look fine as hell by themselves...haa..."

i'm so sorry niwa

i'm so, so sorry

i've lied to you all along

i've lied

i've lied to myself

and to you

to you

i can't change that now

i'm so sorry

i'm so

so

so

sorry

keiki doesn't care

keiki does care

keiki's sorry

keiki-

keiki doesn't care

keiki never cared

keiki does not care about anyone but themselves

keiki is a new person

i am keiki

i do not care

i'll never care

i'll never

ever

ever

care

i'll lie

and lie

and lie

to my heart's content

because i don't care

i'll play with people's feelings

who cares?

i don't

niwa?

pfft

i only keep him around for fun

but-

new keiki.


i


have



no



cares.

tw: suicide references/violence/drug references/censored swearing


"....are you gonna both be making eyes at each other all day? Y'all make me feel sick-" Idris groaned.

"You're just depressed Mei isn't here for you to make eyes at, Shorty." Saeko hissed. They were holding hands with a sheepish-looking Keiki.

Asahi winced. "Too soon, Saeko. Too soon."

Akihiro grinned. "We beefin' already? Without little old me?" They leaned closer to the group, "Anyone got tea to spill?"

Keiki's eyes lit up and they opened their mouth to speak-

"Akihiro, sit your ass down. We're here for a peaceful reunion, alrighty? We're going to sit here, drink our tea-"

Idris glared at Asahi.

"-apart from Idris. Sorry, dairy allergy, I forgot. Ahem, as I was saying-

We're all going to be calm, okay? After...recent events, I doubt it would do much help to start arguing with each other."

The rest of the group looked down.

"...so...the dreams..." Asahi glanced at each of them. "Anyone want to start?"

Keiki raised a hand slowly. "...Mine started...before all of y'all-" They began, "...I think you, Chuku, and Hero- we all had our dreams roughly around the same time, right?"

They nodded.

"..they just all seem so vivid...I just- I can't believe they're not real, y'know? I can just remember all the blood so damn clearly, like my gawd-

Am I insane?

It's hard to live now, I just keep rememberin' them and-" Keiki shuddered. "-the smallest things remind me of....everything. I can't look at a Build-A-Bear shop anymore-" They scoffed. "The colour purple makes me want to cry..."

Asahi nodded. "...Niwa.." She whispered softly.

Saeko hissed.

"...and I keep having horrible migraines." Keiki resumed, prodded the left side of their head. "Here. It hurts the most. Weirdest thing is that I dunno why. My memory's fuzzy for that...."

Asahi looked down. She remembered. She remembered the gunshot, the thud of a body falling on the ground, the colour of blood mingling with Keiki's brown hair. She remembered Niwa's shrieks, remembered the last words and the final gunshot that marked the end of Niwa but marked the fact that these nightmares would never, ever go away. She remembered-

A loud and dramatic sob from Keiki made Asahi lose her train of thought.

"...thank you, Keiki. So, Saeko, Idris. You've had your nightmares more recently, right? She asked.

They both nodded glumly.

Idris clenched a knife in his hand whilst Saeko buried their head into Keiki's chest.

"I know it's hard to come to the terms that everything was well....fake."

Keiki sobbed louder.

"And no matter how hard it seems, we all have each other, okay-?"

"...wah, wah, boo, hoo. Get a grip will you?" Idris spat.

"Idris! You know the importance of these meetings! To let go. How are you letting go? Simple, you're not. You're holding the damn knife as if it's a teddy bear." Asahi fumed.

Keiki paled. "NOOO- NOT THE BEARS-"

Saeko glared. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE NOW YOU BI-"

"SCREW THE KNIFE, ASAHI, CHUKU, WHAT EVER THE HELL THEY CALL YOU.

HOW AM I LETTING GO?

ME?!

YOU'RE ALL SUCH DAMN HYPOCRITES, YOU KNOW THAT?

YOU'RE ALL YAPPING ABOUT ME LETTING GO, BUT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? EH?" Idris snarled.

"None of you are letting go. None of you. You just pretend that you are, with 'the power of love and friendship' or whatever bullcrap comes out of your sad little mouths.

And guess what? I pretend as well. We all do.

I can't stand the colour lavender.

I sob every time 'Space Song' comes on. Like what the hell, explain that.

...and I have this damn knife.

Rairakku.

Every single damn day this phrase is stuck in my head.

Rairakku. What the hell does this mean?

I'm supposed to know, goddammit.

I'M THE F***ING ULTIMATE LINGUIST-

I'M SUPPOSED TO F***ING KNOW-"

"You're not the Ultimate, anything, Idris-" Asahi whispered. "None of us are. It's not-"

"WHAT, NOT REAL? THEN TELL ME WHY THE FUCK IT SEEMS SO REAL, EH? WHY THE F**K DOES IT SEEM SO GODDAMN REAL, ASAHI. TELL ME."

"I don't...I don't-"

"I DON'T...I DON'T-" Idris mocked. "Get a backbone, will ya?" He scoffed.

"Damn, Mei 2.0 over here-" Saeko muttered.

Idris stiffened.

"...ohhhh goddd. Saeko, remember the rule, no mentioning-"

"Letgoletgoletgoletgoletgo- how the hell do I let go if none of you can either, eh? EH? ANSWER ME YOU F***ING IDIOTS-" Idris snarled.

"Saeko you're afraid of fire, still? Remember that, eh? That it's not real? Remember that sh*t?" He pulled out a lighter from his pocket.

"IDRIS NOO-"

Saeko's eyes widened, momentarily transfixed on the lighter.

"THEY'RE NOT AFRAID OF FIRE IDRIS, IT'S-"

Saeko screamed. Fire was creeping up their jacket, curling around their hair, setting it ablaze.

"MY LOVE-" Keiki screeched. "I KNEW YOU'D ALWAYS MAKE A S*XY CANDLE BUT GAWD I NEVER MEANT IT LITERALLY-"

Saeko dropped the lighter on the ground with a clang!

The sound of a fire extinguisher filled the air.

"Damn you, Idris. Damn you." Asahi started to sob.

Idris didn't care. "See my point? All of us are still like our dream-versions. You know what I mean? I still think I'm the Ultimate Linguist...Saeko has their fire-thing....Asahi-"

Asahi paled. "No. Nononono."

"The mask." Idris whispered softly. "Off."

"...I c-can't-"

"Off. Now."

"I-"

"OFF. NOW."

"...there's still a pandemic, Idris-" Keiki mumbled.

Idris shot a glare at Keiki. "Shut the hell up before I put a bullet between your eyes, aight?"

Keiki paled. "Wait-"

"Yeah, you remember, right? Your depresso expresso death? Oh so dramatic, but Niwa's reaction was pathetic. Or so I've heard."

"You've...heard? Who-" Keiki looked around. "The only ones who would know are Asahi and..."

"THE HELL?!" Asahi shrieked. "WHERE DID SHE GO!?"

Idris shrugged. "Akihiro? Oh, she took the drugs and ran off whilst all of y'all were screaming like weirdos. I watched it happen. Pretty sad stuff. I could've used those drugs."

"SHE- WHAT?! HUH?? HOW??"

"Ask Saeko, how the f*ck am I supposed to know? Do I look like I do drugs, to you?" Idris scoffed.

"No, but you look like you live in Hot Topic, you snitch." Saeko spat.

Asahi was in shock. "Drugs? Where-" She sighed. "...Saeko you promised, no more drugs.."

Saeko rolled their eyes. "Sorry."

"Sorry? SORRY? AKHIRO'S-"

"...gone? Yeah, I have eyes. Thanks, Captain Obvious."

Asahi bit her lip angrily.

"So...yeah. After that rude interruption, like seriously, how dare Akihiro run away. Poor Akihiro, never got much screen time. In our dreams or real life. I bet they're flipping us off right now, wherever the hell she is. One hand is flipping us off, and the other is flipping off the high-looking teenager writing this right now. Like seriously, ditch the baggy hoodies. You look even more emo than me, and that's saying something." Idris said.

Keiki blinked. "Huh?"

"So yeah. Asahi spilled all the 'tea' as you all would call it. Ghastly, I know? Yeah, she knew how you 'died' all along, Keiki. Oooh, the betrayal, I can just feel it now. I wish I could say I care but...I don't." He grinned.

"CHUKU?! WHY- WHY DID...." Keiki began.

Idris grinned even more. "Why didn't she tell you? Ooh, did that hurt?"

"- WHY DID YOU TELL HIM OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU COULD CHOOSE-"

Idris' face fell. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

Saeko sipped soda audibly.

"I hope that poisons your dumbass." Idris snapped.

"I-I-" Asahi whispered.

"What can I say? Took a bit of flirting, y'know? She has a thing for emo guys. She's not my type, but it was cute, though."

"IDRIS! THE LIES COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW-"

"Bang. Pew. Bits of Keiki's brain go flying. Blood everywhere. Sobbing Niwa. The full shebang, Meyumi. Preeeety gory, even for my standards."

Keiki gasped like a fish out of water.

"I-...n-no...wh-" Keiki's eyes were wide open. All the memories were flooding back, too quickly for them to process. "Help- no- niwa-"

A pearly-coloured gun was clutched in Keiki's hand.

There was a loud BANG! a flash of smoke, and Keiki was gone. Literally, they were nowhere to be seen. There was no blood on the ground, no dead body, nothing to show the disappearance of another student.

Asahi screamed and screamed and screamed.

They weren't dreaming anymore.

The smell of smoke filled the air as Saeko's shrieks mingled with Asahi's screams.

Idris winced as the thump of a body hit the ground. He didn't care who it was this time.

"IDRIS-"

The door suddenly opened.

Three strangers stepped in. A tall, dark skinned girl, her blue and black hair bouncing behind her. A shorter, pale girl peered at them, expressionless. Finally, a short figure glanced at them with disgust.

"What...the f*ck....happened here." The short one asked, giving them a side-eye. "We were told to come here, something about 'Danganronpa' and 'memories' and 'talking bear'. Like, what the fuck? Are you guys like....okay in the head? Do you need some help?"

Idris and Asahi glanced at each other.

"So like- d'you need our names, or something? Like seriously, drop the stares, kinda weird-" The short one glanced at the others. "If not, we can just go, 'cuz like...you all seem to be in a bit of of a....situation right now-"

The short one blinked.

"I'll take that silence as a resonating aye. So like, I'm Salem? Salem Hayes? Tall one is Keshi, quiet girl over there is Ryuu. Names seem familiar?"

Asahi's eyes widened. "Ohhh. Yeah. We know you."

"So like, why are we here?" Salem drawled.

Asahi turned to Idris. "They don't know."

"They- oh my god. Asahi. They don't f***ing-"

Asahi nodded.

"It's a new round of nightmares.."

She turned to the three.

"Welcome to Game 3, you lot.

Prepare for hell."

And as Saeko gave one last shriek of pain, they too disappeared. Where they went, no one knew. Idris was betting on it being hell.
Asahi and Idris shook their heads solemnly.

The newcomers glanced at each other nervously.

"You what?" Salem muttered.

"I'm so sorry." Asahi whispered. "So, so sorry."

Then she went silent. So did the others.

And as a loud puhuhuhhu filled the air, Idris and Asahi walked out.

"How d'you think they'll manage? The new ones? Will they make it out alive?"

"Idris....they won't. No one ever does. No one survives."

Idris frowned. "But we did, right? We're still-" He stopped suddenly as a flash of silver caught his eye.

"I'm so sorry. It's the only way to truly make it go away, Idris."

"Remember, it's not real."

BIG NOTE! TO CLARIFY AGAIN, THE KILLING GAME NEVER HAPPENED, THIS IS ADAPTED FROM DANGANRONPA/SERENDIBITE'S GAME 2 RP, BUT THE TWIST IS ALL OF THIS WAS SOME SORT OF SHARED DREAM. THANK YOU!

"You're just depressed Mei isn't here for you to make eyes at, Shorty.....Too soon, Saeko. Too soon." -- references mei akamatsu's death in 'danganronpa: blood and water [game 2 of Serendibite's rp.]

"I can't look at a Build-A-Bear shop anymore-" -- references the headmaster of danganronpa 'monokuma', who is bear-like in appearance.

"The colour purple makes me want to cry..." -- references keiki's lover, niwa atsushi, who had purple hair.

"You're holding the damn knife as if it's a teddy bear." -- before mei akamatsu's death, she gave idris a knife.

"I can't stand the colour lavender." -- references mei akamatsu's [idris' lover], who had lavender-coloured hair. he can't stand the colour because it reminds him of her, as she was killed.

"I sob every time 'Space Song' comes on. Like what the hell, explain that." -- reference to a song used for an idris post in response to mei akamatsu's confession of murder.

"THEY'RE NOT AFRAID OF FIRE IDRIS, IT'S-" -- reference to saeko katsumi's pyromania.

"The mask." Idris whispered softly. "Off." -- reference to asahi mitsue's facial dysmorphia, to hide her face she wears a mask.

"Poor Akihiro, never got much screen time." -- reference to the fact that there were like two akihiro posts and i forgot about her.

"And as a loud puhuhuhhu filled the air-" -- reference to monokuma's classic catchphrase.

i hope this helped clear up any confusion <3